more than once consulted. I saw him explaining matters to his seconds, and flourishing one of the rapiers to show that he could use it quite well.
"He insists that the fight must go on," said Zoiloff on his return to me, "and I really don't see that you can object."
"But it isn't fair," I protested. "Under ordinary circumstances, and with the full use of his arm, the man isn't my equal with the sword, and, disabled in that way, the thing's absurd."
"His point is that he has to leave Sofia, and that, as he is determined to fight you, he will have no other chance. I shouldn't insist, Count Benderoff, if I were in your place. It will only cause talk. The doctor has examined the wound and says Ristich is fit to fight, and he has shown us, as you may have seen, that he has complete command of his sword."
"It makes me appear ridiculous to fight a wounded man," I urged. "Try further protest, and say I will meet him anywhere at any time when he is well again. I will travel to Russia if necessary."
"I am afraid that we shall only get some sneering reply that you don't want to fight, or something of that sort."
"I would rather be sneered at for not fighting a wounded man than fight one," said I. "I will take care of my reputation." And they went across to repeat the protest and deliver the message.
It was as fruitless as the former one, and when Zoiloff returned he was very angry.
"I will not repeat his message," he said; "but it was most insulting. You must fight, Count. If we have any more conferences we shall only have more duels. I think you have acted most honourably; but,
